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None of us got into any trouble or woe when we returned home. Mike's death had changed all that. In Baltimore neighborhoods of the time, the death of some family's young son or daughter was mourned by all the community.
A quiet reverence would reign. And the Harby's would always be remembered as the family who lost their boy, Mike.


Now I'm sure you're thinking to yourself, well, OK, but Sean was a naïve thirteen year old boy. He just scared himself.
Or we all just imagined that shadowy figure in the mirror. After all, we were quasi pre-pubescent kids ourselves. We just wanted to believe we saw a shadow and so we did.
Or maybe you're thinking that I was a hormonally challenged kid myself at the time and so my perspective on what happened is questionable.
Maybe.

I can't really explain what happened to Sean or that shadowy figure who Charmaine described as 'one who is known well to more than one of us'.
All I can tell you is what I remember happening.

Mike Harby died on a summer night in a car crash near Padfoot Camping Ground. That fact cannot be disputed. I was at his funeral. I saw where they laid him in his grave.

The rationalists among you may scoff, but what happened at Padfoot Camping Ground in the summer of 1966 is exactly what I have related to you here.
I can't explain it, but that doesn't make it any less true.

And that's because it is true.
As best I can recall.




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